Young-Hwa released an internal sigh.
'And here I thought that I had found myself an excellent disciple. Don't tell me the youngest brother's disciple will be the same? I doubt he can beat my piece of treas-I mean, my disciple as well.'
Young-Hwa sighed once more before he turned to Yoon-Jae and barked.
"Damn brat! Do you see how talented your rival is? Now you need to work ten times as hard to beat him!"
Strangely, Yoon-Jae's normal reaction of dismissing his Master's words to train harder didn't fall on deaf ears, but he instead stared at Sol with battle intent in his eyes.
Young-Hwa seeing this was first taken aback, but he soon nodded in satisfaction. Perhaps having these brats display their talents here wasn't a waste of time.
This was the intention of both the old man and Young-Hwa, to light a competitive fire in their disciples.
As for Sol, he too shared the same sentiment, and he stared back at Yoon-Jae with his eyes gleaming.
